The Good Son

Lucas sucked in a sharp breath, which quickly became a brutal coughing fit. Tobin slapped him on the back twice and sauntered off. He didn't deem it worth his time to reply to his wife.

A moment later, Celia could hear him speaking to her ladies in the presence chamber. The women all responded with flirtatious coos.

The man was petty and unappealing but he was still the king. That in itself would always attract it's fair share of hangers on.

"Holy fuck, Celia. The next time you decide to take your husband down like that, please give me some prior warning!" Lucas wheezed, still thumping his own chest. "Do you know how hard it was not to burst out laughing? I thought I was going to choke on it!"

She grinned back. "I'm glad I can still make you laugh, at least. I'm pretty limited on what else I can do these days."

He gave her a concerned look. "How are you feeling?"